trudging along
We’ve had worse winters on the farm, but this one is bad enough, if for no other reason it’s still here. I hate February so much that I dread the extra day of it in leap years. I honour the meteorological seasons of the year over the astronomical ones simply because they start winter December 1st rather than the 21st. Hence, once we get past Valentine’s Day, we’ll be 88% done.
We’ve had about 18 cm (7″) of snow total. Our gravel road has been adequately plowed and our great neighbour Jay cleared our driveway. Mobility is not a problem. We’ve been below freezing most of the month, hitting a low of -12 C. (+10 F.) last night. After I finish this, I’m going to chop firewood as the dogs run off some energy, then sit by the woodstove and read Tom Robbins’ Villa Incognito.
I’ve been watching very little news as Trump carries out his scorched earth policy, so it slipped past me that Robbins died Sunday at age 92. He was my favourite novelist, lighting me up with Another Roadside Attraction, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues and especially Jitterbug Perfume. He could explode a sentence like no other author I’ve read.
Oddly, he also taught me the cautionary proverb “Never meet your heroes”. I went to see him speak at a bookstore and left at the break because he was so boring.
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AP Could not leave a comment in your blog’s comment section so I’ll use regular email. Sounds as if you have life under as much control as it will allow…peace my friend
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Hey, J.B. We are definitely hunkered down and amply supplied to get us to March 1st. It looks like P’burg is much colder than we are. Drink lots of hot toddies and keep the Colonel close. Peace back at ya.
I enjoyed Robbins’s books as well; might just treat myself to reading them again.
Given the richness of his writing style and my porous memory, every time I read him is like discovering him anew. P.S. I really shouldn’t complain about the cold here. It looks like you’re having arctic conditions back there on the prairie.